Ale w głębi duszy byłam przerażona.
Co ukrywał Walter? Kim była ta kobieta?
Czy popełniłem straszny błąd?
Byłem przerażony.
Przeprosiłem i poszedłem do łazienki.
“You need to know the truth,” I whispered to my reflection.
Whatever it was, I couldn’t ignore it. I’d spent 12 years running from life. I wasn’t going to run anymore.
I made a decision right then.
I would go to that address and face whatever was waiting for me.
Even if it broke my heart.
I’d spent 12 years running from life.
***
That night, lying in bed beside Walter, I couldn’t sleep.
I kept thinking about the note.
What if he wasn’t who I thought he was? What if this whole thing had been a lie?
I’d just started to be happy again. I’d just started to feel alive.
What if I were about to lose it all?
The next day, I lied to Walter.
“I’m going to the library. Just need to return some books.”
What if he wasn’t who I thought he was?
He smiled and kissed my forehead. “Don’t be gone too long. I’ll miss you.”
“I won’t.”
I got in my car and sat there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel. Part of me wanted to tear up the note and forget about it. But I couldn’t. I’d made a choice to face life head-on. That meant facing the truth, whatever it was.
I drove to the address on the note.
I’d made a choice to face life head-on.
What was I going to find?
Some terrible truth that would destroy everything?
At my age, love felt borrowed. Like it could be taken away at any moment.
I had just learned how to be happy again. I didn’t know if I could survive another goodbye.
But I had to know.
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